A/N; Hello there, this idea came to me after seeing a fanart on tumblr so enjoy! P.s sorry I could remember what Abraxos technical term was so I called him a dragon, I'm really sorry!
Coldness…that was all Manon felt. A coldness in her heart, in her lungs, in her veins. A feral type that seemed to choke the very air out of her lungs in such ways she struggled to keep her eyes open. The rain had soaked her skin, her hair was sticking to either side of her face and rain drops ran down her body. Or they could've been her tears. She couldn't tell them apart. Her tears didn't even taste salty. Elide had died, her sweet precious Elide had died. Her mortal heart could withstand the illnesses that took her, and Manon had tried everything. Everything in her power to save her. To save that sweet precious person who did not deserve to die. The bitterness she now felt for the world was unstoppable, and unending. She was immortal. She would have to live on now, knowing that Elide was never going to see Terrasen or see Aelin. That damn Queen. The Witch-Killer, or the Fire-Breathing-Bitch-Queen as Perrington called her. Aelin and her mate, Rown, ruled Terrasen better than any ruler before them. And it was in Manon's agreement never to step foot in their kingdom, that they would not cause her trouble if the 13 did not cause them trouble. But now Manon didn't care for love or compassion. She sat on the grass in the middle of nowhere, her view hazed by the darkness and the mist. The rain was coming down fast but it wasn't heavy. She knew soon enough she was going to get sick. That the coldness and dampness would linger inside her lungs and her body and stay there. Soon enough, if she was lucky, death would slip it's kind hand into hers and lead her away from the world. She was ready. She wanted it to take her away, but then she felt dryness. A dryness and a warmth, she looked round quickly. She was startled and confused, but then she saw the leather like wing above her. She saw a head snake round to look at her. Deep, fiery eyes met hers and a gentle puff of breath warmed her. Abraxos. She looked at the eyes and closed her eyes
"Abraxos…" she was going to scold him but the words died on her lips. He was like a lost puppy, only wanting to please his mistress. Manon felt something touch her skin, a soft feather like thing. She opened her eyes and saw Abraxos holding a bird he had killed. It was a mess of feathers and blood, but she knew he had hoped it would please her. She felt a sob rake her chest, that was all he wanted. To please her. She knew he liked this spot, this was his wild flower area, all his wild flowers were planted here so he could sniff and roll in them contently. She took a deep breath and nodded
"Well done, you did well" the dragon perked up a little and puffed out another warm breath. The warmth made her body shiver, Manon knew full well that he was worried about her. His little puffs always indicated it. So very slowly, the witch moved towards him and let herself be wrapped up in his wings and warmth. Abraxos tucked his head on top of hers and made sure she was secure and protected under him. Together, the witch and the dragon slept on the wild flower patch above the clouds and mess below. And maybe, just maybe, Manon thought, not all sweet and precious things were gone.